Commando

I just remembered something I did quite a while ago. It’s not super recent but I think it’s still worth telling. It was a crazy hot summer day, up in the nineties, and I had nothing at all to do. Oh, and I was horny 😉

I got out of bed in the early afternoon. It was already blazing hot and I didn’t really want to put any clothes on, but I was burning out of my apartment. So I did the sanest thing there was: I put on the tinnest, shortest summer dress I had. And nothing else. No bra, no panties. Commando!

I put on some flipflops and went outside. The city was filled with people, most of them half-naked. Don’t you all agree people just get sexier when the weather’s hot? I may have mentioned this in an earlier post already, but it’s true! Guys show their strong arms in sleeveless shirts, girls show parts of their butts wearing tiny shorts, it’s just awesome. It’s like the entire world suddenly gets turned on.

So guys, let me explain something. Wearing a skirt or a dress is hard work. You have to be continuously aware of the fact that there’s a wide open gap down low. When you decide to sit down, you have to make sure there’s nothing to look at. When you walk, you have to make sure there’s no gushes of wind exposing your entire private area. And this awareness has to be a lot bigger when you are fully naked underneath.

But as I mentioned in the intro, I was horny. And horny Noëlle is a tiiiiiiny little bit of an exhibitionista. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t just lift up the dress on purpose or sit down with my legs spread, but I did kind of try and reach the limit. I went into stores with multiple floors, only to chill on the escalators, knowing anyone behind me could probably catch a glimpse of ass. I shook my hips way more than I usually do while walking, and I could feel the dress bounce from one side to another.

It only got really interesting when I decided to walk back home and grab my bike. Cycling in a short dress is plain impossible. When cycling, there’s always wind. And when there’s wind, clothes are moved around. And when that happens, girls get exposed. Now you can partly solve that problem by keeping one hand on the steering wheel and using the other to push the dress between your legs.

I could have done that. But I didn’t.

Instead, I just biked. The dress moved so much even I could almost peek under it from above. Imagine what oncoming traffic could see. The fun thing is, while biking, it’s perfectly fine to show some more skin than intended. People are used to it. They know it can happen, and while they might have a quick look, they won’t think much of it. And the other fun thing is, people will never expect a girl without panties to bike past them. So even if some of them did catch a glimpse of secret Noëlle parts – and I’m 100% sure some did – they’ll have thought: hmm, I must have seen it wrong.

Next up: chilling on a ledge. I put my bike against a wall and sat down on the first step of a flight of stairs. When you’re wearing a short dress and you want to sit down, you have to act quickly. You only got one chance to do it right, but there’s so much that could go wrong. You have to make sure youre actually sitting down on top of the dress, else any bit of wind will show your butt to the world. You have to make sure to push the front between your legs, and you have to close your legs, or, ideally, cross them. Lastly, you have to make sure your legs aren’t pulled up above the line of sight, which will ruin all your previous precautions.

I ignored all precautions. I could feel my bare butt on the marble. My knees were almost up against my boobs. Anyone who would stand in front of me, more than a few yards away, would easily be able to see unexpected things. And there were a lot of people in front of me. My sunglasses helped me pretending to look another way, but I saw them look. Boys, girls, family men, the elderly. They all looked. I even noticed a few guys pretending to take random pictures, but I’m sure they would zoom in later to check if they saw it right. So many people saw my tickly bits that day, it must have been more than a hundred.

Back then, when the thought of an orgasm popped into my head, I had to do it. I was very bad at shaking it off and making myself wait. I got up, left my bike, and stepped into the first big clothes store I could find. I didn’t even really take the time to pretend I was shopping, I quickly grabbed a pair of shorts from a pile and walked towards the fitting rooms. As I was walking, I realized I had made a poor choice. The rooms here didn’t have doors, only curtains that ended way high up above the floor. I could never get them to fully close, either. But a girl has to stick with her choices, even if they aren’t the best ones. So I kept walking. The rooms furthest in the back were already occupied (bummer!), so I had to squeeze in between two rooms that already had people in them. As I got in, I tried to close the curtain as well as I could. There was the tiniest of gaps on one side, but someone would have to be a real pervert if they were to peek through it.

It wasn’t the first time I did something like this, so I knew what to do. I kicked my flipflops to the side and took off the summer dress. Completely naked, I could see the shoes of someone standing on the other side of the curtain. I ignored them, and the voices coming from everywhere, and looked in the mirror. I ran my hands over my body, moved around a little, and waited for things to settle down. When the shoes disappeared, I started touching myself. I didn’t sit down, it felt like I was in too much of a hurry. Kicking one feet up against the wall, I slid two fingers in, rubbing myself with the other hand.

I don’t usually have much trouble getting myself off, especially when I’m as turned on as I was that day. I thought the voices and the people passing by would made it a bit harder, but the opposite was true. A bit surprised about how quickly I was getting close, I leaned into the back wall. The orgasm hit on the exact moment when someone accidentally touched the curtain, and the tiny gap grew a lot wider for a second or two. If someone would have stood there and looked, they would have seen a shivering body, pushed up against the wall, and a naked girl putting her hand in front of her mouth to avoid making any sounds. No one was there, however. The curtain closed again, and I was back in relative privacy. As soon as the worst part (I mean best part!) of the orgasm was over, I quickly put on the dress and flipflops and left, totally forgetting about the shorts.

I stepped outside and started walked back to my bike. When I climbed on it, I still didn’t try and hide myself from oncoming traffic. A few more people got to see the part of my body that was still twitching every now and then. As soon as I got back home, I dropped down on my bed and started playing again. When an orgasm is so hot it makes you instantly horny once more, you know you had a good one.

Since that day, I have done a lot more of going commando, “accidentally” showing people things they shouldn’t have been able to see, and get freaky in fitting rooms. Never gonna forget that one, though. It was awesome!